THE MANIPULATOR
I'm seething, and my thighs are slick with my own arousal as I rush after Zade.
He doesn't bother turning the movie off. We just slip from the
room and quickly make our way back into the ballroom. It's like no one even noticed us gone. But I'm sure people have, right? Zade has worked this entire room by now, and as much as I loathe to admit it, the man is unforgettable.
To say the f*****g least.
All of two minutes pass before a man approaches us, his black uniform and white vest signaling his position. "Mr. Forthright, Ms. Reilly, please follow me," the butler, Marion, instructs.
Just like that, I'm stone-cold sober and the lingering orgasm has been completely eradicated.
Marion leads us through a series of hallways, pointing out certain pictures and historical arti
